Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.